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On Angels and Messengers

Saturday, March 26, 2016

I remember the first time, twelve years ago, when a spring-loaded kitten jumped down from my desk and sat on my lap.His name was Shamus, but we sometimes called him "Wild Thing", so I was delighted to have earned a little trust.Today, "Wild Thing" was sitting on my lap for the very last time, as we waited for the vet to open that dreaded door.He was serene -- I was sad, but also delighted that he put all his trust in me.I remember thinking how his life is truly in my hands, and how it troubles me to have already made a decision that he doesn't know about ... or does he?